All Chapters of Dear Fiary Diary : Chapter 11
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Day 11
Hmm... It's really been a while since I started our conversations with a 'Hey D' or a 'Dear Diary' By now I would have told you how my day went, and I've been meaning to tell you for some days now, at least I've not been all coupled up indoors. The day before yesterday I got a contract — yeah I wish. Actually a coursemate needed my help, they were far from campus, they'd gone back home and somethings needed processing at campus here, and they needed an available hand, and of course, the me that have no 'happy home', here I am, awfully available, so why not I do it hmm? Besides I needed to do mine too and thus I'm having 4 coursemate's stuffs to help em do.You know what's catchy for me though, is that I want to charge em for it. Of course for most unavailable students at campus, sending a representative is supposed to cost ya. But normal me wouldn't ask for it, I'd do it cause I want to. And I loved that me, you know. But here I am, looking for a charge, this better be a change for
Day 12
"SOMEBODY MAKE SOME NOISE, ARE WE READY?!"Hearing his bold crowd hype, nodding my head came naturally. I took my position, standing at the right side. And as our beat made it's way to my ears, I started ♪"You might think that I'll fall and cry my eyes out..."♪My voice rang smoothly, I wasn't even sure how I sounded properly on a mic before now, despite the auditions as mics were barely used, now, I know my voice sounded as it should, smooth and nice, winning the hearts of the audience, but I'll admit, I wasn't paying attention to that. Yeah I know as I started singing my throbbing heart became considerate and I was doing fine, but my brain wasn't processing how my voice sounded, but I guess there was no need to find out, as the audience really gave their cheers, then the rap part blew them away, "Woooo! Yeah...!" As well as the clapping said it all.Those 3 mins felt like a good time. So I sang my first verse, went into the chorus and the space in-between cued in the rap. The r
Day 13
So I noticed something D. For the past 7 days, I've been talking about what crossed my mind while climbing down the stairs with kegs to fetch water in. I honestly had no idea it'd take this long, and to think I'm not even done with the sequels yet. A lot happened after I joined the choir, and whilst I was in the choir, some other things were happening in my life, the girl I told you about, how 'our' story went, what steps I took with her, my job too — yeah I had a job, maybe I'll tell you about it, I think I should, I mean they all made the entire pieces of my life then. The girl I liked, choir and my work. Hehehe I smell memories here.But before all that, I was thinking of giving titles to each of my entries. Instead of just being a blant 'Day this' or 'Day that', I could have something along the lines of 'Day __ My missing symphony' something like that, or 'Day __ The Kiss", something along those lines — and don't think that thought crossed without me sniffing it, and no I don't
Day 14
Go out and get myself employed indeed, like the work was already waiting for me, or I had to snap my fingers and ta-da. Like the opportunity was flying in the air and was just eagerly waiting for the arrival of my royal self, and was all like (Exclaiming in reverence) " Oh... The prophesied one, you're finally here, we've waited all our lives for this very moment. And finally, as was written, just as the clock clocked green moon, you appeared, oh how we've waited" Tsk...talk about craziness in a plane of its own, an entire world for it, true ownership, jeez.At the end of February that year, after staying approximately a year after High school and another without getting in, it was finally time to decide what to do with my life. So that February I got enlightened, enlightened to do something with my life, to get something doing, from scratch. Skills were expensive, also had no interest in any of the available ones then — not that any existed. So I started thinking, what could I do?W
Day 15
Yeah making a living isn't easy, but who said anything about making a living, did I? When did I ever? What proof is there that I did? The only arrangement I had, was getting employed, E-M-P-L-O-Y-E-D, I never said anything about making a living, so why did it look like a death sentence?7am through to 9pm. No provided food, cause that would cause a discount to the pay that wasn't even much to begin with, besides, only lunch was offered. And of course, a pure rookie with eagerness and padded naivety, I actually thought I was ready for this, and worse part, I'd leave home without lunch, just storming off like that, but in my defense, there wasn't anything to take anyways, so throughout the first month, I had no lunch, only eating when I got back home, continued till I got my first paycheck, then I was able to get myself lunch from same store, once in a while though — didn't want to end up using up the entire thing in the name of lunch.So to the most important question of the year, Di
Day 16
More thoughtful, hmm...more thoughtful, what does that mean though? Cause like a woman gunning for another baby after the first nearly killed her, I lost whatever craving for freedom I had sort, and just like that, I was job hunting again.Urm... disclaimer, the 'woman gunning for another baby after delivery of the last one despite the pain' thing, is something I heard was the case, I heard after the whole gruesome push, they seem to forget the pain, I'm only stating this before you assume I've been pregnant before or something.Seated down one evening I pondered on what next to do... Okay...I'll be serious now, I'm not sure it was a sit down and ponder kind of stuff, I can't fully recall why, but I did come to a realization that I couldn't remain 'employed' in mind only. So the natural next thing would be, what work then did I have in mind?Prior to this 'thinking on the next move' thinking thingy, I did a little something that Influenced my next decision. i had a neighbor, we, had
Day 17
My whole body was a matured tsunami.It would've been better if I could be like "I Flunked it" and that would suffice. But it really was a mess, and an 'I flunked it' wouldn't do.Have you ever ventured into something and wondered why that day in itself existed?If only I could see the future or something. And I really felt I could do this.After getting called in I stood in-between a board and eye piercing faces, it was no different from standing in-between a disliked wife and her all assuming in-laws, or standing in-between the girl you like and your bully who likes her, or something along those lines, I'm sure you get the point.Well standing in-between that board and those demonized faces— I think I meant focused faces, but whatever — I was stunned, I felt like I missed my house, at that point nothing would have done me better than just putting a pause on the day, and then a rewind, or probably a straight up delete and never to resurface, but we get what we get.Here I was, a guy
Day 18
I didn't even have to do anything for my brows to rise to meet the unforseen situation, and it naturally remained raised as I looked at his exiting back for better clarification, which of course I didn't get. Now there I was, in-between the exiting back of Mr Head teacher and the expectant faces of the kids. I think a rephrase would be better; in-between an exited back of Mr Head teacher — cause it happened quite fast, and he almost left dust in his wake, or better still exit, you know what I mean.Of course it's not like I could remain stunned longer than necessary, I mean, the kids were really expectant. So I wore a bright smile, and went straight for it."Alright, good morning everyone""Good morning sir""Well, let's continue from that page... So firstly, what do you think is a gender?..."If you're being handed a gender discrimination topic, might as well start with making em know what was being discriminated, and what better way to indulge young souls than to pull them in with
My Kids
'Why me?' wasn't even a sentence I could afford to use, as the only thing I did was rush to Mr Head teacher's office to confirm. And "Yes only 5 subjects" was his response, and he said it with no atom of sentiment, like somehow somehow, miraculously, I was supposed to be aware of this, like it was some common sense knowledge that flew in the air that everyone was privil to. Talk about emotional damage then add a raise.On the other hand, joy mixed with my blood stream swarm to every corner of my body, breaking the realm and moving to my soul. Finally things made sense, for someone who had been managing to keep up with 12 subjects, 5 were definitely a walk in the park, some real soft bread.And you'd think life at work became easy. Well it did, for the most part of it.Just like any other thing the session ran it's course, and we were done with that term and session. Being my first fruits I loved those kids, being the first ones I had to experience teaching on a professional level wit
His First
Life... D, is like a mango treeIt grows and grows, till it's convenient...makes no sense, I know Well like this mango-life tree, the embers in my heart kept at it, each smile, each day together, every joke that went through kept fanning it. This raging cluster wind, gunning for my heart's embers wasn't wild, it was like a soft meat that melted seamlessly in the mouth of a certified gourmet, like a flavoured ice cream in the mouth of a daddy's girl, like a spiced food that caused a stirring for more.Each day I could take a walk with her after her long day at work was rejuvenating, then our talks. Mmmh... They made this yound lad wished the days had more hours in em, cause no matter how long I stayed at her shop with her, time showed no remorse, just galavanting with tremendous speed and stealth.Watching her smile made me more sure that she was the one. Her lips that dangled made grapes sorry, cause they didn't have that much fruitiness in their being, it made this lad want them a